You've changed things. Forever. There's no going back. See, to them you're just a freak. Like me!
What have we got? Nothing. No name, no other alias. Clothing is custom. Nothing in his pockets but knives and lint.
Evening , Commissioner. Why so serious?
People are dying. What would you have me do?
Endure. You can be the outcast. You can make the choice no one else will face. The right choice. Gotham needs you.
A little fight in you. I like that.